All ten additional heroes were useless against the mob of grotesque humanoids. No matter how many times they took them down, they just keep getting up. What’s worst, they were moving farther from the boss, because the number of enemies kept increasing.Both Sander and Arnold’s team were down and on their last leg and could barely hold on, and the first group consisting of Jack, Arty, Marco, Pedro, and the knight Malver still haven’t recovered yet.“This can’t be happening!”Sander now trembled before the face of the enemy.Not even with their combined strength of all their teams, added with their magical weapons, which doubled their power, were enough to win.They have never encountered a battle like this before, sure there were times they had trouble with some giant monsters, but nothing as hard as this.No matter how many they take down, all of them just keep coming back up, even stronger and more resilient than before.“Shit, this is unfair!”A beaten up Arnold groaned, having nea
Hallor wanted to impress the young heroes in his own way, in hopes of gaining their favor and approval. He’d always dreamed of this moment since he was a kid. So with this in mind, he gave out a war cry while releasing more energy.Strengthened by his resolve and passion. He conjured every ounce of strength he can muster in order to keep the afflicted refugees from escaping his hold. He did not flinch, even with the amount of strain it was giving his body.He didn’t want to let this chance slip by, especially after being given a once in a lifetime opportunity. Also, he did not wish to disappoint sir Clifford, who has provided him with so much.That was why, though every fiber of his being was being torn from the large amount of mana being eaten by the spell and pushback he was getting, he remained enduring and firm.“Heroes leave this to me!”He said, forcing a smile, since he was gritting his teeth in pain.Even with his newfound power, it was impossible to hold so many enemies at on
Every single body that was engulfed by Hallor’s light fell to the ground. All of them turned pitch black, hardened, and steaming after the youngster’s skill burst.But it didn’t take long before the burned skin of the creatures cracked, as they twitch and twisted out of their broken flesh.The two men above the mansion couldn’t help frowning, gaping in shock that the creatures remained unscathed, even after the Hallor’s attack. What’s worse, it seems that took a lot on the youngster. Though Hallor stood gallantly, he now gasp for air.“Sir Clifford, what should we do?”Galford turned to him, noticing the lad’s predicament.The skill the young-man used was something he recently received from Clifford, which would explain his sudden exhaustion from not being familiar with it.“Give me a moment.”Clifford got conflicted suddenly. Here they were, so close to retrieving his missing body part, yet they were faced with an unknown enemy, capable of taking out a group of heroes and knights.He
The full moon was high above the sky, yet the rain continued to pour.Water streamed down the roads, making it harder to move, let alone run from one place to another.This was the reason the forty-year-old Clifford Ortis stayed standing in front of the thirty-two story building he was working at.It had been hours since he left the office, but he remained stuck there. He heaves a deep sigh, looking once more at his beat up watch his father gave him.Its small hands pointed at the eight, while the long one was on the six.“Thirty minutes before nine,” he mumbles, once again letting out a huff of disappointment. It had a been a tiring day, and he really wanted to take a good rest, especially since it was a Friday. Yet he still could not go home because of the weather. Eyes wandering around, he takes one more look at the large glass window of the nearby electronics store.He can see a woman on the screen of several televisions, all reporting about the recent disappearance of another stu
“Why does it feel so cold?”This is the first thing which came into Clifford’s mind. It did not bother him that his entire body remained lightweight. He could not distinguish up from down, turning each time he tried to move, which became his primary concern.From his own perspective, they’d been traversing the swirling vortex for almost an hour. Of course, he wasn’t sure of that, having no way of telling.He couldn’t see much, despite being surrounded by those different colored lights. Neither can he glimpse at the teen he held, as they kept turning. All he knew was that the lad had lost consciousness a while ago.Only when a sudden gust of wind, followed by a freezing chill, that he had to wince from the sensation. He hadn’t even blinked twice, but that certain moment was enough for him to lose sight of things.When he opened his eyes, they were no longer inside the whirlpool of color, instead they now floated in a never ending void of those mixed lights. White and black like curtain
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape as the knight stood before the marching caravan, watching from the cliff of the hill.Sir Malver, a decorated and veteran warrior, headed this group. A man well into his thirties, he was a living testament to the countless battles and skirmishes of the hardships of the land. His once-youthful face now bore the marks of time, with lines etched across his brow and an expression that spoke of wisdom and experience. His beard, a lustrous gray, gave an air of gravity to his already commanding presence.His eyes, a deep-set pair of steely blue orbs, seemed to hold the weight of decades of hard-won knowledge through the years.Though aged, his athletic frame remained, broad shoulders and muscular build still hinted at the formidable warrior. His gait was determined, a reflection of the unwavering spirit that burned within him.Clad in battle-scarred armor that had seen its fair share of combat, the man’s imposing figu
Clifford groaned, stirring himself when he felt his back hit a bump from the sudden jolt on which he laid. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light seeping through a window. The sound of horses’ hooves and wheels rattling against the dirt.As he looked around, he realized that he had fallen asleep. He shivered, having those inkling sensations of teeth on him, remembering the relentless pain and agony he’d experience from the beasts, being continuously gnawed at and teared his body, feeding upon him.It took him sometime to recover from the traumatic event, gathering his thoughts to process his current situation. While staring at his hands, he examined himself, along with the life bar on his side. Thankfully, it was slowly regenerating. His points were now about one-fourth. The wounds he sustained had completely healed. Of course, the pain continued to harbor in his mind.Even if it was traumatizing, a good thing came out of that encounter. He confirme
“So we are in a world with magic, monsters, and mystic beings. And they have there is this leveling system to help us use it, similar to those role playing computer games that we have back home.”Clifford pictured the set up the lad had by making him describe all the options he had, along with how it looked, then comparing it to his own. With that, he finds out that they had totally different systems.His face turned grimed, lips pursing with his brows furrowing from the mystery to why it was like that. Though pondering, he kept his attention on the surrounding people.“We can activate our skills just by thinking about it, so long as you have chosen it and are available. Also, we are only able to use abilities within our class.”Arty, being enthusiastic about his explanation, continued to wave of his hand, pointing his fingers every now in then, probably at the screen of his which remained invisible to others’ vision.Once finished with his preparation, he began chanting. Hands upfron